The Drivel Page: Heidi, we no longer wanna hit that.

--My excitement for the new Wheel of Time book is reaching frenetic proportions. We watched a clip from The Power of Myth in one of my classes today and I went on such a tailspin of thought about WoT because of it that I had nothing to say when I was called on afterward except "TOWER OF GHENJEI AAAH." I had to delete Theoryland and Dragonmount from my bookmarks today because so many people have early copies now. Must keep this read sacred. I suspect I will cry quite a bit.

--When the fuck did it get to be almost November? It's Christmas music season and I just noticed the other day.

--I've developed a new procrastination technique where I go on all the animal shelter websites in Massachusetts (and now branching into the rest of New England) and figure out which ones are cute enough to coexist with me and my gorgeous lovemonkey:

I love pictures of her when she was a puppy. It's too bad her personality isn't nearly as cute as her exterior. But those paws! Those delicate, lady-like, white-gloved paws! I have a cuter picture from when she was just tall enough to put her paws on the seat of the stools in the kitchen, but I can't find it. I think it's on my old computer.

Anyway, I think it's hysterical that these websites try to write descriptions of the dogs in the voice of the dogs themselves. Like Ramsley, for instance, one of the few dogs I've deemed physically attractive enough to share space with me and Abby. " No one but me even knows how I ended up at such a dreadful place and if only I could speak, boy would I have a story to tell. But that is my past and ‘you’ are my future. We can create our own history and make wonderful memories together." Doesn't that sound like an excerpt from a dating website for convicts? Not that I'm actually getting another dog, of course. This is just to procrastinate. Abby's too socially awkward to have another dog in the house.

--Currently, I'm mulling over the prospect of applying for a post-grad internship in Italy where you work as a TA in an English class in a high school over there. Well, I'm not mulling over the application part; I'm applying, since there's nothing else going for me and I've pretty much decided I don't want to do grad school, at least not yet. It's just whether I'd take the internship if I got accepted. (Which is quite an if, of course.) It would surely be a good work opportunity and also a good way to see if teaching is something I'm actually interested in and yada yada, but these were the two thoughts that first came to mind:

1. If I'm in Italy when the last Wheel of Time book comes out, how will I get my hands on it?
2. It would be a lot easier to get to London for the 2012 Olympics from Italy than it would from here.

Reader, will I ever get my priorities in line? (But on the serious, I would lose my mind if I ever got to see the Olympics in person.)

--The title from this post comes from this episode of 30 Rock, and if that were a real show I would probably live-blog it. Get on that, NBC.

--I told my cousin I'd be John Travolta from Pulp Fiction for Halloween, since I guess she's being Uma Therman, but I've never seen that movie, so I don't know what that really means. She sprung it on me that there's a dance involved. I think I'm gonna bail on this idea. As I'm sure I've mentioned before, I effing hate Halloween. I hate anything that requires dressing up.

--Searching for that picture of Abby made me go through every single photo I took in Italy. (Which isn't many; I'm not one for cameras. But still.) Did you know you aren't allowed to take a picture of David? They scream "NO FOTO!" at you. Well, suckahs, guess what I got?